I’m On Vacation, But the Website Isn’t

This is it, boys and girls. I’m officially on vacation from my job until October 9, and following this brief update I’m going underground. I hope to complete at least one chapter per day of my new book, between tomorrow and next Sunday. Wish me luck.

As is the tradition, there will be an interesting lineup of guest writers while I’m away. Some old favorites, and a few new folks… I think you’re going to enjoy it. I’ll post the first one tomorrow, and hopefully have a new guest post each day next week. It’s going to be fun, so please be sure to check in daily.

I mailed a bunch of stuff yesterday (seventeen packages), and will clean up everything that remains tomorrow morning. So, if I owe you something I apologize for my tardiness, and also want you to know that the end is near. By tomorrow at 10 a.m. everything will be in the able hands of a government employee. Thanks for not marching on Scranton, and lynching my riffled ass.

I got a lot of sleep last night, and my mind is bubbling over with ideas today. I’ve come up with four or five really good ones, which gives me hope. One, in particular, could be a fun ongoing feature at the site. I think you guys will dig it. After I re-emerge from my hole in the ground, I’ll start working on it. Stay tuned.

It’s amazing how much difference a good night’s sleep makes… Maybe I should try to see that it happens more than one day per month?

Last night at work they had a “fall festival,” with all sorts of games and cider and raffles. They also served dinner, and the main dish was a GIGANTIC roasted turkey leg. It was one of the more bizarre things I’ve seen. I mean, it was enormous; I felt like Henry VIII eating that ridiculous thing. Or Elizabeth Taylor. Man, I’d hate to come face to face with one of those big-ass Chernobyl turkeys in a dark alley.

They also had a so-called texture boof, where you stuck your hands through a curtain, felt five items, and tried to guess what they were. I’m fairly certain I correctly identified four out of five, but the final one felt like a bowl of chick peas and water. So, that’s what I wrote down… Heh. Somehow I doubt it was the correct answer.

And the rest of the night my hands smelled funny. I washed them multiple times, but couldn’t get rid of the curious funk. And I still can’t figure out what that bowl of chick peas might have been. Stupid texture boof…

I’ll leave you now with a couple of Questions I’ve had scribbled in my notebook for a while. Neither has seemed appropriate lately, so I’ll just dump both of them on you now.

First, what’s your favorite regional brand? You know, stuff you can buy in a grocery store, but only in a certain part of the country? I guess it doesn’t have to be a grocery store item… but you get the general idea. If you have any favorite regional brands, please tell us about it.

Also, what’s the scariest state in America, in your opinion? It doesn’t matter if you’ve actually visited it… If you consider a state or states to be kinda scary, we’d like to know about it. And I’ll be the first to say it: freakin’ Florida. Now it’s your turn.

I’ll be back on October 10, but will be publishing a bunch of great guest posts between now and then.

Comments

Ohio and Florida have tons of whackadoos and killers. But I think the Pacific Northwest has the most notorious serial killers.
Factor in redneck douchebags and ‘asian spas’ and Florida is pushed to the top of the scariest state list.